Moonspear amidst the mists and coldest frosts

Track, the children were instructed. As quickly as Hydra had arrived, she turned heel upon the two young wolves and disappeared. Even before the dust had settled, Osiris sought Atlas—his accomplice in what they had s been tasked. "Yes, lets," a smirk shaped his words. 

Emerald-like eyes sought their surroundings, searching for a way to travel up the mountain's incline. Osiris found a path quickly, and jumped to action, climbing with far less grace than Hydra had. His footing was unstable at best, and his legs scrambled every so often as he moved. But, in time, he arrived where Atlas stood.  "I'm ready," Osiris confirmed in a pant, before leaning over and nipping his brother's shoulder. Food was Osiris' greatest motivator, and he would not allow his climb to slow him; he already was confident of their victory,

Blood, tufts of fur, the prints it leaves behind—" Osiris recalled the information to himself in a chant-like manner, the words continually looping through his conscious. After a quick moment to collect himself, Osiris bumped his shoulder to his brother's and then pushed off into a jog without looking back. He was confident that Atlas would follow.